Time

I have been thinking about the perception of time recently. I have come to the conclusion that we all live to our own time scale. When I explained this to my dear hubby, he looked at me strangely and laughed. I pursued it further with him by saying that time was a man made invention anyway, to which he simply snorted.

He is a hare and I am a tortoise. He rarely stops and I struggle to get started! This is fine and as it should be, and mostly we rub along without too much of a problem.
The reason that this has been on mind recently, I believe, is because, ironically! of my ticking body clock. I am growing older, maturing, entering the next stage of my life as a woman. For the first time...ever....in my life I am thinking about what I want from my life. For most of my life I have drifted, gone with the flow and just ...been. Now it feels like I should have a plan....and yet I am struggling a bit with it all. I want to just be but I want a plan too. I want to listen to my body but I also want to take charge of it. All this amid my ever slowing perception of time. It is a challenge!